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11. Family Dinner

作者: Marlize Beneke
last update 公開日: 2026-10-14 19:17:23

Zara's POV

Family dinner.

Two words that should mean warmth, laughter, and people who give a damn about each other.

In the Devereaux household, however, family dinner means manipulation dressed up as manners, cruelty served on expensive plates, and my father reminding everyone that he owns the room.

I would rather stick my hand into a blender.

Unfortunately, Theo will be there.

And that changes everything.

I stand in front of the mirror, studying the faint bruise on my cheek. The fight
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